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• Name: Chevy Rush
  
• Nicknames: Little zRed
  
• Age: 20
  
• Gender: Female
  
• Occupation: Field Medic
  
• Nationality: French
  
• Languages: French, English, Latin
  
• Height: 5' 6"
  
• Weight: 110 lbs
  
• Eye Color: Blue
  
• Hair Color: Red
  
• Hair Style: Long Ponytail
  
• Complexion: Lightly Tanned
  
• Body Shape: Slim, athletic figure

PERSONALITY
Chevy is an easy going, take life one day at a time kinda gal.  She realizes there is so much in life that she can't do anything about, she can only control herself, her attitude and the choices she makes as the world turns.

She doesn't take people giving her a hard time very well, especially if it's obvious they are doing it just for shits and giggles at her own expense. She can take a joke or two but she doesn't suffer idiots or assholes and will stand up for herself eventually. The saying goes 'beware the woman scorned', but there is another one... 'beware the redheaded bitch from hell if you mess with her.'

APPEARANCE
A very active life has been good to Chevy, keeping her body slim and well-toned though nicely curved in all the right places. She has shoulder length, red hair, and blue eyes that look at you with a mixed expression of youthful energy and aged knowledge that has come at quite a price.

Chevy walks to her own fashion sense. Bikinis? Dresses? Jeans? A hodgepodge of all three? Yes, please. Though at first glance it may look like she's just tossed clothes on at random, there is a reason behind her madness... usually the kind that bares skin in all the right places. She likes jewelry very much, usually wearing a ring on near every finger and an occasional toe, necklaces and belly chains.

CURRENTLY WEARING
Her father's aviation googles, a long-sleeved sheer top with a leather bustier, brown and beige striped pants, black knee-high musketeer boots, a wide leather belt with a holstered pistol on her right hip and a long knife on her left hip. And her ever-present medic kit.

HISTORY
Born in Marseille, France, Chevy's early years were ones of wonder and joy as a young girl, with much of her early years spent swimming in the Huveaune River and growing up as the local tomboy. She did well in school with good grades and popularity, but she never let it go to her head and treated people as they treated her. There was the one trip to the Headmaster's office after she bloodied Reginald Clay's nose, but he had most assuredly deserved it for pulling on her pigtails that day.

As she grew, Chevy was the local pet rescuer, finding herself taking care of many an injured creature, big or small. This natural tendency led her into the French Foreign Legion - Flight Corps when she was of age, where she had a chance to train her skills of healing even more, and adventure over large parts of the world. This sadly ended all too quickly for her when a high-ranking officer made unwanted advances upon her that she declined. Before she knew it, she had been drummed out of the corps and dishonorably discharged.

These days she still finds herself in shock, rage, and despair over the situation, and looks to put her life back together again.